Monday, May 23, 2011

Cinco De Mayo

So at about Midnight on May 5th I was out walking. I know a young teenage girl should not be out walking at night alone but it is the only time that I am ever able to think and I needed to take care of something. I will say that I normally don't walk on the main roads that I was walking this time. Anyways when I am walking day or night I often get offered rides. Especially when my hair is down or I am wearing a skirt. I am only offered rides by older men mainly white however, on this cool evening a Mexican with a Spanish accent, and a car that "Mexicans" drive without the paint job ask me if I needed a lift. I of course declined however, I was terrified. I am half Mexican and half white and I was scared of my own kind offering me a ride. When white guys offer me rides I am just creeped out but a Mexican, I was scared. I find that horrendous. I have become so accustom to the stereo types that society have placed on me that I am nervous of my own kind. I don't know about you but thats just wrong. Then when I tried to explain it to my mom she didn't get it because she is completely white. I tried to explain it as though she was walking and she was offered a ride by an older black man and then she reminded me that she wasn't black. I explained it to my other friend who were white but they didn't get it but then I explained it to one of my Mexican friends and they were the one who explained it was because of stereo types forced upon us.

Wednesday, May 18, 2011

Long Time No Blog

Hey everyone,
Sorry I haven't blogged recently I have had quite a few things going on. I had a little surgery, friend problems, prom, mid-terms the list goes on.
Apologies,
Bridgette

Thursday, April 14, 2011

My Life With Two Wheels

I think that I would like to share a quote with you. It is not exact but it's close enough.
Without education you can only see the world though one eye.
What are your thoughts on this? What does this cause you to think about.

Saturday, April 2, 2011

Kids Say The Strangest Things

I was thinking on Thursday that kids say the darnedest things. You see I was reminiscing about my childhood when my dad owned a bright red 2001 Ford Super Duty. I loved that truck. I grew up in that truck. I traveled many places in that truck. I drove to Texas in the third grade in that truck. My dad drove I rode shot gun. Anyways I was thinking about the story my dad tells everyone about when I basically told my dad to die. I basically said; "Papa when you die I want your truck". Now days I can't believe I would ever say that to him. Like I said kids say the strangest thing.

Wednesday, March 23, 2011

What I Noticed While Writing My Essay

Pilgrim. Do you see it? PilGrim. See it now? PilGRIM. If you don't see it now you are blind. I am pointing out that the name led to a grim future for the Native Americans. Well not the name itself but the people who had the name.

The Tears of My Ancestors

This was the poem I read at Open Mic:

The Tears of My Ancestors

Laughter is in the air but it will soon fade,
It drifts threw the sky just out of reach,
It appears to me just like fleeting hope,
I have seen this before in the eyes of those that I love,
Their eyes show their dreams that have been turned into ash,
The ash is like nutrients to the soil which I use to mature,
My hopes are the seeds yearning to grow,
The tears are of my ancestors,
Whom water me with their sorrows,
It forces me to grow,
They push me forward,
Even when I want to go backwards,
I take the lost dreams of my ancestors upon my back,
I carry them with me,
I will fight to fulfill what has been lost,
What has been taken...

Sunday, March 20, 2011

Open Mic

Was it just me or was there only a handful of people at open mic? That was a bummer but either way if you weren't there you missed out big time. It was really fun with your great poetry, Kohl shared some of his lovely work, Fry bread Mary shared of basket weaving, Grandma's for ganja  talked about well ganja, Paco talk a funny personal story, and there was so many other good performances. One of the older gentlemen their shared of poetry written in their native tongue. It was absolutely lovely. I am so looking forward to helping plan another open mic because they are so very powerful. Thank you.